Saturday, April 4, 2015

No one is safe! The school has become a
war-zone and the innocent are turning fast! A brave and nameless
teacher has collected some awful and disturbing documents from some
ghastly students. These are their stories and they will shock and
amaze both teacher and student. But they haven’t been given away
for free. This terrified individual has paid a hefty price to get the
truth and is paying for it, with his freedom. In his report he
states: ‘If you are considering a career in teaching I would advise
against it completely. It has become a profession far more dangerous
than a police officer or even an army soldier in open war.’ ‘I’m
risking my life giving you this information, but I feel you need to
know the truth. On the surface these children appear innocent and
well-mannered but it is inside where their darkness dwells.’ The
Students Sold Us Secrets Volume 1 is the first collection of short
stories from the writer that brought you Reverse the Universe, Lee J
Mavin, and will take you down a path you never thought existed. It’s
packed with twelve short stories, all equally alarming and
unsettling, as well as a secret report written by an undercover
teacher.

GET YOUR COPY NOW!!! ONLY $4.99!!!

Lee J Mavin
previously published a collection of poetry titled Reverse
The Universe: collected poems and unused lyricsand has
also published a children’s novel titled The
Diary Of A 7th
Grade Hybrid.
This year he will be publishing more mad fiction in the form of a
wicked a weird fantastic adventure titled The
Intergalactic CustodyBattle
and the book he has always wanted to finish, also another young adult
novel without a title yet.

He is currently
enrolled at Sydney University as a Ph.D. in Arts and teaches ESL and
Japanese between shots of caffeine to keep him awake.

He
sneaks as much writing he can in
between lessons, it helps to ease the pain. He hasstarted a series of stories titled "The
Students Sold Us Secrets Volume One" with ASJ Publishers.
Volume 2 to the series is out now!

He is also
kept on his toes by his
feisty wife and five year old daughter both of whom are Chinese. They
like to let me know how bad my Chinese is on a daily basis.

A woman he
cannot have, a man who is only a dream...When guardian Marcus Dagotto, discovers the gods
have gifted him with a mate, he is pissed. He has no room for love and even
less for a human who has no idea he exists.

Cassandra Jensen, has a shattered heart and has
given up on men. Only one man can set her body on fire, but he is a fantasy
that haunts her sleep.

Two worlds, one desire. When the two collide,
fate will rip them apart and test their resolve. Will darkness and evil
prevail? Or, will love conquer all?

Tears
stung Marcus’s cheeks when he raised his sword. “I am so sorry, love. I have
failed you. It should be I who dies this day.”

Eliza’s
cocoa eyes looked at him but didn’t see him. Dead inside, her soul was lost.
She would never again be the woman he loved.

He
sucked in a breath and flexed his arms, the sword swung, slicing across her
neck. The blade tore through sinew and bone and sent her head rolling across
the stone floor. Reality nearly sent him to his knees, but there wasn’t time to
mourn the death of his mate. The fighting outside echoed in his ears, the
demons were strong and put up one hell of a fight.

Marcus
advanced down the corridor of the abandoned castle. The scene played out the
same in every direction. Blood bathed the floors, and his brethren’s heartsick
screams echoed off the walls as they killed their mates.

A
demon jumped out from behind a door. Its claws tearing the flesh on his arm. He
wielded his sword and sent another head flying across the room. Out of the
corner of his eye, he caught a Draki dispatching another demon. The shifter, a
friend who also searched for his mate. Not even the dragons were immune to
Drayos and his fucking misery.

The
dragon turned his head. “Be careful, my friend. My brethren will soon be
setting this place on fire.” Caleb’s cerulean body shimmered as he shifted back
to human form.

“Have
you found your mate yet?” Marcus asked as he searched the adjoining room.
Empty.

“Not
yet, you?”

He
stepped beside his friend. “I killed her.”

Caleb
laid a hand on his shoulder. “I am sorry, my friend. Drayos will die this day
for what he has done.”

Marcus
nodded and moved forward in his search for the demon Drayos. He opened up the
psychic path leading to his prince. Aidyn.

Marcus, did you find my sister?

He
closed his eyes, so many hearts broken today. She is dead, I am sorry, my lord.

I will kill Drayos with my bare
hands.

Aidyn
had already lost his brother and father in this battle. His pain ripped through
Marcus. No doubt the other guardians felt it. It was a blessing and a curse to
be connected to each other.

He
tried to pinpoint the prince’s position, but something blocked him. Aidyn, where are you? Do not engage Drayos. The
prince would die as well if he tried to kill the Demon Overlord. Aidyn was far
too young; his two hundred years were no match against a thousand-year-old
demon.

He took our women, used them to
carry his spawn. He has killed everyone I love.

Tired
muscles carried Marcus up a flight of stairs. He stormed from room to room,
kicking in locked doors only to find them empty. I know my lord, and he will pay, but it is not wise for you to confront
him. He knew Aidyn wouldn’t listen. Perhaps the gods would help.

“Zarek!”
Marcus summoned the god, nothing. No surprise. After all, the gods could have
stepped in and saved the women, but they had all been left to fate. Fuck fate,
he was sick to death of it.

The
sound of clashing swords filtered in from the hallway. He flashed into the
room, not caring what he stumbled across. His vision filled with Aidyn and
Drayos, they were face to face.

Drayos
had morphed into a full demon and stood at least three feet taller than Aidyn.
Blood seeped from the wounds that covered the demons blackened skin.

Marcus
tried to run toward them but found himself behind an invisible barrier. “What
the fuck?”

He
balled his hands and banged on the wall. “Aidyn!” The prince ignored him. He
was stuck, helpless as he watched the events unfold in front of him. Thoughts
of telling Daria, his queen, she had lost her entire family in this battle sat
like arsenic in his stomach. He pressed his palms against his prison. Aidyn, my friend, I can’t bear another loss
today.

The
air behind him shifted, a cool breeze lifted his hair. He moved his gaze over
his shoulder and found Zarek towering over him in a Scottish kilt rather than
his beloved Egyptian shendyt. His raven hair held a beaded braid on one side. So this is why he ignores us?He is busy playing dress-up with the goddess
Quadira.

“Get
me out of here!” he demanded.

“You
will not interfere, my son.”

Marcus
growled; his fangs elongated; he wanted blood. Yes, he would take the blood of
his god if it ended the pain and suffering of his brethren. “You would let the
prince die?” He tried to lunge toward Zarek but found his feet pinned to the
floor. You are our creator, we your
warriors. Why would you do this to us?

Zarek
gave him a leveled gaze. “What makes you think the prince will die this day?”

He
looked back toward the fight. Aidyn had lost his sword; a small dagger was
clutched in his hand. Both the demon and the vampire bore bloody wounds.

He
turned back to Zarek. “The prince is too young to fight one as strong as
Drayos.” Marcus dropped to his knees, he would beg the god if he had to.

“Send
me in his place…please.” He was three hundred years older than Aidyn and could
defeat the demon. “We have lost so much today.” Death haunted him like a
fucking plague. He was a healer, but today, he healed no one. The anguished
cries of his brethren still echoed in his ears. They had slain their mates, and
then turned on each other to end their misery. Marcus would like to end his
suffering as well, but he would continue on; his skills were needed.

Zarek
laid a hand on his shoulder. “I am sorry, my son, for all the pain you will
encounter this day. However, today must shape the future.” With those words, he
vanished.

The
future? Aidyn was their future, the line that tied them all together. They all
hoped the prince would persuade the gods to find a cure for the curse Drayos
had placed upon them.

The
curse would devour them, creating an imbalance that would darken their souls.
When Zarek created his vampires, he used light and dark, good and evil. The
light fueled the guardian of humanity, the darkness the warrior. A perfect
balance, but once Drayos’s curse took full effect, the light would fade, the
darkness turning them into pure evil, destined to destroy everything in their
path. Not even the humans they guarded would be safe.

He
jumped to his feet but found the shield still erected around him. Aidyn’s body
lie still on the floor, and Drayos stood over him, sword poised for the fatal
blow.

He
beat on the invisible wall. “Aidyn!” He sucked in a breath, his heart trapped
in a vice that squeezed the life out of him. He could do nothing but watch his
prince die. A tear slid down his cheek for the death of his mate, his brethren
and now his prince, his best friend. I am
no guardian. I am a failure. I have failed them all.

Drayos
swung his sword. Everything moved in slow motion as Marcus waited for the blade
to connect with Aidyn’s neck.

Lightning
sizzled from the sky and sent debris flying in different directions. The room
crumbled around them as the earth shook. Drayos’s head rolled across the floor.
Marcus sensed the shield that encased him drop, and he rushed forward to where
Aidyn stood.

“What
the hell just happened? Are you alright?” Marcus asked.

“I
am not exactly sure. I think I caused the lightning.”

“You?”
He looked over the prince, his pants torn and his shirt missing. Dust from the
debris covered his bleeding wounds. There was something different about the
prince. He seemed stronger. Marcus noticed the dark marking on Aidyn’s chest
and reached out to wipe away the gray dirt so he could get a better look.
“Sweet deity!” He jumped back.

“What?”
Aidyn looked at his chest. His jaw dropped. “I never felt it.”

Like
many of the other guardians, Aidyn had been given his mark. An indication of
his position and abilities. Marcus bore the Ankh, a pair of angel wings spread
out over the top. The ancient symbol meant life or living. A healer, able to
repair the sick or injured with his energy.

The
naked skin over Aidyn’s left breast bore the mark chosen by the gods. The eye
of Ra, the symbol of protection and power, sat atop a pyramid encased by a
blazing sun. This could only mean…

Marcus.

His
thoughts interrupted by the almost unrecognizable voice. Father?

Come to me, son.

Aidyn
touched his shoulder. “I am fine, let us go help your father.”

Together
they flashed to the position his father communicated. When Marcus arrived, his
father was on his knees holding the bloody, headless body of his wife, Marcus’s
mother. His sword lay beside him covered in blood. He knew what had happened.
His mother’s belly heavy with child. Drayos’s demon spawn had been growing
inside her, and like the other women, her soul had been darkened. There was no
cure, Marcus had tried to heal Eliza, but it had proved fruitless. Like him,
his father had taken the head of the woman he loved.

“Father.”
He knelt next to the frail man and placed his arm around his shoulder, pulling
him tight to his side. “I am so very sorry.” Tears welled in his eyes, he
refused them escape. He would remain strong for the man beside him.

His
father looked at him, his eyes rimmed red. “You will do the honorable thing.”

Marcus
closed his eyes, again. He would have to mourn later. “Yes,” he whispered. How
much more destruction could he take before he crumbled? Somewhere, he would
find the strength needed to end his father’s misery and begin his own.

“Take
care of your sister.” It was the last command his father would ever give him.

“I
will. I love you.” He kissed the man on the cheek then stood, his sword flashed
through the smoke-filled sky and sliced through his father’s neck.

Marcus
dropped to his knees, the heartache so severe he nearly passed out. His lungs
contracted as he screamed to the heavens. Another failure, so many broken
hearts he was unable to heal. Why couldn’t he heal the broken hearts?

Strong
arms circled him from behind and held him tight. “I have you, my friend,” Aidyn
whispered.

As a child, Valerie would
often get into trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark
Shadows. She can still hear her mother saying “It will give you nightmares.”
She was right of course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an
adult, her love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire
movie she could find.

Being a true romantic,
Valerie was thrilled when she discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her
first read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she
was hooked.

Today, Valerie has decided
to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy
creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she
juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd
dogs, in Northern IL.

Valerie is a member of
Romance Writers of America and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Romance
Writers.

Colt Henderson is a man who lives for the moment. He’s learned the hard way that life is short and rarely works out the way you think it will. His life revolves around his brother, motorcycles, and the occasional one night stand. He’s a confirmed bachelor that all the ladies want to tame.

She’s lost, scared, and can’t remember a thing about her past or her identity. She senses all is not as it should be, but without her memory, how does she know what to fear and what to trust? Because of her status as a Jane Doe, she names herself Jane and works to put her life back together. In the process she learns that she possesses unique abilities that certain people will kill for.

Fate throws Colt and Jane together, but they both have a lot to learn about forgiveness and acceptance. Colt’s determination and Jane’s remarkable gifts will send them on a journey they never expected. To survive they will need each other, but sometimes facts are scarier than fiction, and the truth is better left unknown.

Amy Hale is a mother and wife living in Illinois, although she grew up in a small town in Oklahoma. Her husband and kids are the center of her universe, although her cat believes otherwise. She loves reading, writing, and photography. Amy believes that happiness comes from surrounding yourself with those you love and being content with your current place in the world.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Title:Never to Hope

Author: Aimie Grey

Synopsis:

As the daughter of addicts, Alissa Ross is determined to break the cycle for herself and others like her. After years of following a set of carefully laid plans and working a demeaning job to save enough money, her lifelong goal of attending law school is almost within reach.

Alissa believed that love was out of the question for her…that is until the day Carter Smith moves in to her apartment building. From their first meeting, there’s an undeniable connection between them, and Alissa slowly begins to trust that it’s okay to hope for happiness in her life. For once everything is looking up, but as she has learned all too well, when something seems too good to be true, it usually is.

Will Alissa be able to trust the man who has everything to gain from destroying the only thing she’s ever wanted, or will she accept it is better never to hope?

About the Author:

Aimie Grey didn’t read a single book until she was in her early thirties. One fateful day, her friend decided to put an end to the madness and shoved a steamy romance novel under Aimie’s nose. After being forced to read one of “those” scenes, Aimie went home and bought the book, and the next one, and the one after that. In the two years since, Aimie has read close to four hundred books. Somewhere along the way, she became frustrated with reading repetitive stories revolving around the experienced man seducing the still virginal woman. Aimie decided to take matters into her own hands and wrote her debut full length erotic romance novel Never to Keep.

In addition to her day job as an IT system administrator, and her new evening gig as a writer, Aimie’s primary role in life is wife and mother. Aimie lives in the Midwest with her husband and two teenage daughters. (Now you know why she needs those books!)

The “Swoon-worthy” Donovan Alexander returns in Turn to Me, the newest work of fiction in the Thin Blue Thread Series inspired by true events from author Kaitlyn Stone. This steamy contemporary new adult romance series features alpha male heroes and sexy, empowered women. They're flawed, funny, passionate, and relatable.

When fate intervenes, resurfacing both their painful pasts, 19-year-old college student Kenna Sloane and 22-year-old rookie cop Donovan Alexander must deal with the consequences and the unresolved feelings. Kenna turns to Donovan for support and guidance, seeking the release only Donovan can provide. But the more he becomes preoccupied with the Santa Monica drug taskforce, his heart blackens with vengeance for his brother and he risks losing Kenna’s love forever.

Don’t miss this intriguing story of forgiveness and letting go.

About the Author

They say for authors to write what they know. My novels are inspired by events in my own life. I truly relive my experiences twice through the lives of the characters I create. Not only do I relate to their thoughts and feelings, I have lived many of them. When I sat down to write a love story inspired by my real-life first love as a tribute to our very own fairytale romance, I never thought a book would be the end result, but 80,000 words later that’s exactly what I had.

I wanted to express in words what his love means to me and how it changed me as a person, never to see or experience life the same. My goal was to capture the essence of true love through an intriguing story and create rich, life-like characters to speak of the emotions I felt when falling in love for the first time. One chapter turned into two, and those, plus twenty-two more became a book. Once I realized my goal of writing a book was going to come to fruition, I wished to share my story with the world, to inspire others to believe in true love and happily-ever-after’s. Choosing our milestone anniversary as its publication date, I planned to self-publish my completed novel for my husband’s gift.

What better way to tell the man of your dreams how much you truly love him, then sharing it with the world. I admit I have always gravitated toward love stories and happily-ever-after's, forever chasing the first love dragon. There's nothing like the witty banter between characters, fueling their physical attraction, and the anticipation of their first kiss. Add in the push and pull from the couple's sexual tension and the world trying to tear them apart, and you have a recipe for an exciting, steamy romance. Place the couple in interesting locations, living adventures most only dream of and the journey propels you forward through the pages.

Sprinkle in danger for both the hero and heroine to combat and the courage and strength of the characters shine through. Because I’m not a writer by training, I worked with writing critique groups to fine tune my manuscript before the planned release date of summer, 2014. As a fluke, not expecting any response, I submitted my completed manuscript to a publishing house, and a week later I was offered a contract.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

She is the epitome of the girl next door, but with a feistiness that makes my dick throb.

I'm drawn to her like no other; she stirs things in me I have no desire to feel, long for things I shouldn't.

This is my game. I choose the players. I never play for keeps.

I don't believe in fate. I make my own destiny. I work hard and play harder.

Luck is for pussies, Karma for idiots. Me, I make shit happen.

Meeting her fucked up my plan. Threw me off my game.

I'm now face to face with my Karma and her name is Kat Rollins.

Kat

Ryker Eddison is the epitome of a player.

You know the type - Mr. Get In and Get Out.

He's all about the chase, wanting just one night. Everyone knows this, I know this. Still I find myself craving him. My greedy body betraying what my heart and mind already know; he will only bring me pain.

He's the guy that girls like me should avoid. I'm smart, I know better. But when I'm with him, I feel things I’ve never felt before. Things I never knew I wanted.

I can't deny it...I like the chase, the high is explosive, but I'm afraid if I give in, I may end up losing more than I can handle... my heart.

EXCERPT

Ryker

I walk into Pub Fiction for my shift about forty-five minutes early tonight, not thinking twice about knocking on the staff room door because a, I’m early, and b, I never have the fuck before. Well let me tell you, apparently a and b don't apply anymore with Hot Girl working here. And apparently a knocking rule needs to be put in effect from this point on.

‘Cause, HOLY FUCKING CHRIST! As I barge into the room I’m quickly met with the sexiest scene I have EVER laid my eyes upon in my life. Sitting on the black leather ottoman in the middle of the room while bending forward with the abundance of her succulent cleavage spilling out of a black lace bra, is none other than Kat. Well fuck me sideways til Sunday! She doesn't see me right away as she’s pulling up black sheer pantyhose over her legs, legs I might add that just don't seem to quit. With this vision in front of me now taunting my senses, mainly my sense of I-wanna-fucking -touch, of course I do what all men in my position would do. Yup, like the fucking perv I am, I stare. Actually no, I full on gawk at the sight unfolding in front of my greedy eyes. Greedy to take her all in, every motion, every curve. Jesus, who knew a simple act could be so erotic. My cock is throbbing from where I stand, aching to be set free. Stifling a moan, I adjust myself thinking of my next move.

I honestly cannot help but watch, even if I wanted to leave, I can’t. It’s as if I’m rooted in place, my feet encased in cement, trapping me. My brain convincing my body it’s actually stuck. And truth be told, I’m okay with it. There is no other place I‘d rather be at this very moment, than right there with this woman as I silently wallow in her beauty. This, this in front of me is what wet dreams are made of. I knew this girl was hot, but fuck me. Man, am I grateful that my brain and body aren’t on the same page right now. You know the page where my legs would be allowing me to leave like I know I should. I know the right thing to do is to turn around and walk right the fuck back out the door. But in truth there is no fucking way that is happening,‘cause this view is spectacular. And there is no fucking way am I’m missing this opportunity.

As if she’s finally sensing something in the air has changed, Kat looks up and finds me standing there rooted in my place by the door, gawking at her. Rather than freaking out like I assume she would, she simply smiles, her face a bit flushed as states that she says she could have sworn she locked the door. Our eyes meet and she continues to blush the sexiest shade of pink I have ever seen. I can’t help but think of what other body parts of Kat’s might match the shade. Shaking my head from those thoughts for now, I focus my attention back onto Kat, and in perfect time to witness her stand from her position on the ottoman.

I should fucking say something, I know this, I really do but for some fucked up reason I can’t form a response. It's like I’m one of those assholes who gets all tongue-tied around pretty girls. Fuck, I look like such a dick right now. Here I stand, staring with my mouth agape waiting her next move or to finally see her lose her shit on me. But instead, I've never been so thankful for not having a voice before in my life. As Kat stands, I can tell she’s actually quite nervous and shy. For some reason instinct wants me to comfort her. I want to call her baby and reassure her that she has not a goddamn thing to be nervous or embarrassed about, but I don’t. I want to tell her how sexy, and how completely thought consuming she has been, but I don’t. I want to tell her she is so fucking hot. But again, I don’t. I decide to stay quiet. I want her to lead how we’re going to play this thing out, whatever will make her to feel more at ease. Therefore, I stand in silence watching and waiting for her to call the shots. She begins to fumble with getting her t-shirt on and rather than staying quiet like I had planned guess what happens?

I'm a wife, and mother. My Mind's Eye is my first book writing adventure! Eeeeek! I'm Canadian so I might spell things a little odd once in a while;) I love red wine, adore my friends and I'm so completely in love with my hubby and little boy. I'm addicted to shoe shopping, shopping, and ummm shopping! But my biggest addiction however is reading. That shit runs deep in my veins, I'm a lover of alpha males, hot sex, with a side of angst all topped off with the happy ever after. I'm a new indie author and I can't wait to start this journey.